I continue the new pattern of no words. Everything is indeed temporary and so are my feelings for you. They cast off and on, again and again. Nothing I can do... Nothing you can say.
It doesn't stop there. I day dream of my east side options and sway from the focus, but remember ... "You are supposed to be here". Repeat those words over and over, silently. Whether I can see it... Or not... I am the option. The blessings are surrounded and I should sleep easy.
Now to continue the writing.